“It is?” I asked, surprised, my voice quiet with curiosity as I glanced around the room that had once been mine—familiar yet distant now with the weight of everything that had happened since I last called this place home.

“Well, we’re not using your father’s bedroom,” Ethan replied without hesitation, his tone resolute and edged with disdain. “Goddess knows what the hell has happened in that room since your mother died.”

The disgust in his voice mirrored my own ...